"Has he?" exclaimed Juliet, in surprise. "When?"
"Oh, the other night at the school concert."
"Was he there? Oh, I wish I had seen him!" exclaimed Juliet naïvely, though the next moment she blushed for her words. Flossie constantly talked to her of this brother, of whom she seemed very proud, and Juliet had become interested in him.
"Yes, he came because he wanted to see you, and he hardly took his eyes off you all the time. He said there was no one else worth looking at. He paid no attention to the music; he only looked at you."
Juliet's blushes deepened.
"Of course he could not care about the music," she said hurriedly, "it must be so inferior, so different at least, from what he is accustomed to."
"Oh, of course."
"I wonder I never saw you," said Juliet. "I looked about a good deal, too."
"We were farther back, at your right. We did not stay till the end. Algie got tired of it—or rather, he had another engagement. We saw you well, Juliet. You looked so pretty in that white frock. I never saw you in white before. I suppose that nice-looking lady in black silk was your mother?"
"Yes, that was mother," said Juliet, with pleasure in her tones.